Friday, January 16, 2004
The Dream that Shook My World
Last night I had a dream that really shook me up. You see, what happened was…I was hanging out with my friend Rita. Mariah was there too and the three of us were in Paul’s apartment watching television. I remember us sitting on the orange sectional couch and discussing the fact that we couldn’t find anything good to watch.
I looked at Rita to make sure she was feeling okay. It was at that point that I had a dream blip…you know, it’s a moment where you knew something, but when you see it, you are reminded about it and shocked all over again. In this case, it was the fact that Rita was 9 months pregnant. When I noticed her protruding stomach, she looked at me and said “Joe, it’s time”. I asked her where her fiancé (Drew) was and she said “He can’t make it. I need you to help me.”
I don’t know what happened after that. I think Rita gave birth in the bathroom or something, cuz the next thing I know, Rita is holding her baby and Mariah and I are once again arguing over the fact that there is nothing good on television. Eventually Rita gets tired of holding the baby and puts him (that’s right, it was a boy!) in a pet carrier. She puts him inside and locks him in via the little door in front.
Side note…the baby looked EXACTLY like her fiancé, Drew.
We sit and watch television again, making some sort of conversation. I remember having the feeling of love for Rita as I watched her watch her baby. I also remember being really sad that Drew couldn’t be there with Rita and their baby. She looked amazing, especially for just pushing a watermelon out of her vagina in the bathroom.
After this nostalgia feeling wore off, I looked back at the baby and saw that the top of the pet carrier had been removed. And the baby was doing the creepiest thing ever! He was lying with his head propped up on one hand. He looked at me right in the eyes and said “Pooey Doo”. NO JOKE. “Pooey Doo”. I start screaming “Rita, the baby said his first word! “Pooey Doo! Pooey Doo!” The baby winked at me and we all started to laugh. I remember having the specific thought of “This baby is a super genius for saying his first word on the day he was born”.
I picked him up and held him for awhile with Rita on one side and Mariah on the other. They were coo cooing and I had a moment of full completeness.
When I woke up, I was actually sad that Rita doesn’t have a baby yet. But now that it’s 12:30pm and I have had some time to clear my head, I figure it’s best that she doesn’t get married in May with a huge stomach sticking through her beautiful dress.
I love you Rita. And I am so excited about the changes that this year will bring for you.
Mostly, I’m excited to be able to share it all with you.
Last night I had a dream that really shook me up. You see, what happened was…I was hanging out with my friend Rita. Mariah was there too and the three of us were in Paul’s apartment watching television. I remember us sitting on the orange sectional couch and discussing the fact that we couldn’t find anything good to watch.
I looked at Rita to make sure she was feeling okay. It was at that point that I had a dream blip…you know, it’s a moment where you knew something, but when you see it, you are reminded about it and shocked all over again. In this case, it was the fact that Rita was 9 months pregnant. When I noticed her protruding stomach, she looked at me and said “Joe, it’s time”. I asked her where her fiancé (Drew) was and she said “He can’t make it. I need you to help me.”
I don’t know what happened after that. I think Rita gave birth in the bathroom or something, cuz the next thing I know, Rita is holding her baby and Mariah and I are once again arguing over the fact that there is nothing good on television. Eventually Rita gets tired of holding the baby and puts him (that’s right, it was a boy!) in a pet carrier. She puts him inside and locks him in via the little door in front.
Side note…the baby looked EXACTLY like her fiancé, Drew.
We sit and watch television again, making some sort of conversation. I remember having the feeling of love for Rita as I watched her watch her baby. I also remember being really sad that Drew couldn’t be there with Rita and their baby. She looked amazing, especially for just pushing a watermelon out of her vagina in the bathroom.
After this nostalgia feeling wore off, I looked back at the baby and saw that the top of the pet carrier had been removed. And the baby was doing the creepiest thing ever! He was lying with his head propped up on one hand. He looked at me right in the eyes and said “Pooey Doo”. NO JOKE. “Pooey Doo”. I start screaming “Rita, the baby said his first word! “Pooey Doo! Pooey Doo!” The baby winked at me and we all started to laugh. I remember having the specific thought of “This baby is a super genius for saying his first word on the day he was born”.
I picked him up and held him for awhile with Rita on one side and Mariah on the other. They were coo cooing and I had a moment of full completeness.
When I woke up, I was actually sad that Rita doesn’t have a baby yet. But now that it’s 12:30pm and I have had some time to clear my head, I figure it’s best that she doesn’t get married in May with a huge stomach sticking through her beautiful dress.
I love you Rita. And I am so excited about the changes that this year will bring for you.
Mostly, I’m excited to be able to share it all with you.
